Eyes a devil blue.
Drowning those who swim in your hue.
A captivating, gorgeous blue.
Distracted by the iris, the pupil a black hole- a virus- ******* the stars out of people.
Pulling them to the edge of your eye, you watch them from afar, as they try and survive.
My love for you runs deep like the ocean
Stretching far beyond any set of eyes could see
Our bond grows stronger of every minute we sink
From the pressure, traveling down deep deep deep under the sea
Huge tidal waves of emotions clash above the surface
The bounds of my love know no limits when it comes to you
I struggle when I have to write
rhyme you see naturally I'm slight
towards the free verse, trying to get
it perfect, just right I start to sweat.
My words syllables are just what ever
comes in to my mind, Im not words clever.
For some this comes naturally, I have to
use sites as my words need to be next in que.
But to some this is a natural progression,
is it for me worth it which is the question?
We say to learn is to elevate ourselves higher.
Using this metaphor in hope I don't misfire.
I'm poetic blue, I write on cold white warming
it up with words, hopefully there correctly forming.
Me I **** at rhyme, I have to use a site, as for some this is natural as I`m free verse. So i get blue with how long i take to write ones that do but I`m learning and getting better the more i try
the conflicted color
You are proud to remember,
while I forget it all.
You know how and when to pick
while I barely depict
that getting lost is not an option.
You hate seeing balloons
floating in the sky,
"ones beyond its limits,
will break into small pieces.
Look how confident I am!”,
waiting to pat you on the shoulders.
“Great, I can just watch tv”
I didn’t know I was punished.
an easy one for you to remember puffy.
i am not an overnight oat to make your morning easy.
i am seafoam, whisked by smashed whitecaps and breaking waves blown inland. When you are hardly sea spray ejected in the air.
I slowly drown in your sorrowful eyes.
Your tears, suffocating me.
With your lips stretched into a gentle smile,
you melt me.
But within seconds,
you turn me into stone.
It was a quiet place
Inside of that red room
Until the wind from inside shook the walls
Collapsing them outward
As the walls fell around her
The wildflowers appeared.
The red walls were replaced by
Blue Purple Yellow faces with Green stems.
She climbed those green stems,
For a long time.
So long she reached the top,
Where the Blue Purple Yellow faces stared into the sun.
She lay a top those wildflowers.
Closing her eyes,
Suddenly surrounded by red.
Inspired by Wild Flower, Fiona re-imagines the poem, 2 of 2.